With barely contained excitment she rushed over to my side of the desk and strattled my hips, bringing her lips to mine in a passionate and promising ...iss. She was squirming around, pressing her cunt mound into the bulge in my pants.I pulled my face away from hers, "How is daddy's little girl?"She smiled at the role we had adopted for each other. "I've been a bad girl daddy." She put on a pouty face."Tell me what you have done girl?" I thought about you..." She waited but I didn't say a word.. Then he would go to the store and buy ladies tights of different colours and textures. Leg warmers were added too. Everything was feminine except the shoes. His feet were just too big. He added a scarf to cover his face.The first time he went jogging it was in the winter and very cold. He dressed up and put on a pair of purple tights that were very noticeable to the eye. He wanted to make sure that on a quick look anyone passing would think he was a woman. He would drive to a side road. There also were frequent complaints of leg cramps which I had to massage out. They insisted that the massage continue upward, to the inside of their shorts, until, in some instances, I could tell they had enough when they would have a mild orgasm. It was not uncommon at all for me to have moist fingers for the rest of the session.You might get the impression that practice sessions were one big orgy, but, that was not the case at all. Those girls worked very hard perfecting their routines.. “I’m between relationships,” I offered, not long after we were seated and served our cocktails, ice-cold fashionable gin martinis with a hint of cognac. “You seem get a lot of attention at work,” Rick said. “I don’t mean to speak out of school or cause offense, but you’re very attractive.” “No offense taken. Thank you. Although I’ve found that the men there shrink away from me somewhat. I like to think I’ve got the professional smarts and the looks. Many men retreat from women like myself.” .